No Echo I thought you just got off talking about my cum, but you’re stretching me out with my spot in your hand when it comes to me, clear and slick—I see. It’s because I said I wished I could shoot. I said so a few times. It’s true— I only know how much so […]

a petrel . . . nada nada importa nothing matters evil has won the worst did happen but we survived and hide happily trying to find the others find a way to peace and life for future generations out of sheer love find the others web a web against the forces of the violent and […]

The girls returned to us are not girls. They were taken at eleven and returned at seventeen. Forty-six were taken and fourteen returned. Had they then expired, were they no longer of use to them who had done the taking? In the morning, we woke and they were here, in the center of the village. […]

By noon it was hot enough in my studio apartment that the Madrid sun shooting down through the attic skylight bullied me into waking. I thought about lying there with my eyes closed for the rest of the afternoon, even if it was too hot to sleep, even if getting up required finding effort collected […]

My grandmother dies in the depths of summer when it’s too hot to eat a popsicle. On the day of her funeral I walk with my mother to the cemetery in our blackest clothes. As we follow the dirt path to the outskirts of our village, I witness a herd of monks dressed in bright […]